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But I must do something. Let me have them. She consented; and she even brought me a clean towel to spread over my dress, lest, as she said, I should mucky it. Yeve not been used to sarvants wark, I see by your hands, she remarked. Happen yeve been a dressmaker? No, you are wrong. And now, never mind what I have been: dont trouble your head further about me; but tell me the name of the house where we are. Some calls it Marsh End, and some calls it Moor House. And the gentleman who lives here is called Mr. St. John? Nay; he doesnt live here: he is only staying a while. When he is at home, he is in his own parish at Morton. That village a few miles off? Aye. And what is he? He is a parson. I remembered the answer of the old housekeeper at the parsonage, when I had asked to see the clergyman. This, then, was his fathers residence? Aye; old Mr. Rivers lived here, and his father, and grandfather, and gurt (great) grandfather afore him. The name, then, of that gentleman, is Mr. St. John Rivers? Aye; St. John is like his kirstened name. And his sisters are called Diana and Mary Rivers? Yes. Their father is dead? Dead three weeks sin of a stroke. They have no mother? The mistress has been dead this mony a year. Have you lived with the family long? Ive lived here thirty year. I nursed them all three. That proves you must have been an honest and faithful servant. I will say so much for you, though you have had the incivility to call me a beggar. She again regarded me with a surprised stare. I believe, she said, I was quite mistaen in my thoughts of you: but there is so mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me. |
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